2014 #135

my team. my dependable team, rushed in,
and erected those cinder walls years
of practice allow them to erect
slick as sipping a cognac in a den
fit with fur from yellow-edged safaris

and tales are regaled while medallions
swell on the board a forties era
lacquer gives a fine shine to; swell, quiver,
because of being talked about
because being talked about quit ages

ago; glories get stoked, embers want
to glow, and get all decked out and strut
the primary boulevard, puffy,
with pride antiqued like the ashen
fireplace shelf; anyway, parades,

fireplace medallions, and old tales,
tempt already the branch swollen
with veer desires, and those tin-roof dews
dripping threaten distraction; mainly wish
to explore the idea of closure

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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2 Responses to 2014 #135

  1. It takes a while to get the head around this one but it’s worth the effort. Fine indeed.

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